Last-Minute Answers

A dear friend recently posed this question on Facebook . . . thought I’d post my response as a blog . . . Hey! I just thought I’d throw this thought out there – even if I probably know the answer… what’s your thought on why does God...

Lunkers

My first trip to Brown Lake . . . early exposure to one of my greatest buddies . . . Layton Ford. I am a Grand Manan trout fisherman. It goes like this. When you get to the fishing hole, you cut a pole from an alder that is as straight as you can find. Then you reach...

Never Judge a Man . . .

. . . until you’ve walked a mile in his Sandro Comfort Gels We stood in the airport together.  He was returning to the West Coast after a few days of sanity in his own neck of the woods.  Things had recently imploded in his marriage and he was sadly sorting...

The Chimes of Time . . .

Lord of this hour, Be Thou my Guide. And by Thy Power No foot shall slide. I was alone by my own choice in the early morning downtown core. The others were out there . . . somewhere, . . . beating the frost-dressed pavement, huffing, puffing and scuffing their way...

An Ingersoll Update

Thanks for subscribing to this newsletter over the last couple of years. I have a love for writing that I believe to be one of the greatest gifts that my father unintentionally gave me. When I write, I think of him and pray that any good becomes a tribute to him and...